Our reality is ruled by monstrous gods, invisible horrors that hunger to consume us. Some deluded bastards worship these gods, trading obeisance for power or magic or the privilege of getting eaten last when the world ends. Cults are like cockroaches, breeding in the shadows, gnawing at the walls of society, fearful of the light… and bloody hard to kill. This supplement for the Laundry Files... [click here for more]

If a little knowledge is a dangerous thing, then a lot of knowledge is a critical mass.
Deep beneath London, the Laundry archives occupy several miles of disused subway tunnel. The shelves are crammed with documents and reports. Eyewitness statements, newspaper cuttings, court transcripts, the diaries of madmen, autopsies, scientific papers, archived material – from these, the Laundry works... [click here for more]